Educating His Elinor

Educating His Elinor

A Cold Hearts Novel

By

Viola Morne

Copyright 2014 Blushing Books and author

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Morne, Viola

Educating His Elinor

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Table of Contents:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Acknowledgment

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CHAPTER ONE

Merton Grange, Hampshire, 1820

Elinor Kendall brushed aside a wisp of straw that blocked her view of the half-naked couple in the barn below. Her nose itched. She had the horrible feeling she was about to sneeze and reveal her presence perched above them in the hayloft. She held her breath, and then her nose, before burying her face in her pinafore to muffle the sound.

The woman pulled her mouth away from the man's rigid member. Elinor stifled a gasp. He was huge. The hard flesh gleamed in the filtered sunlight, reddened and engorged.

What was that?

The man looked around, eyes narrowed. It's nothing, Olivia. Now open your mouth. He fisted his member, and thrust it towards the woman who knelt before him. When she hesitated, he grabbed a rope of her thick red hair, and jerked her head backwards.

Winter, you're ruining my hair.

If you don't start sucking, I'm going to come in it. How will you explain that to your husband?

Brute. Olivia opened her plump lips.

Winter held the woman's head and thrust into her mouth. Olivia moaned around his flesh. The perfect curve of his buttocks flexed as he pumped her face. His eyes were closed, his teeth clenched. A stray sunbeam illuminated the tawny mane of his hair. He was wild, and in that moment, beautiful. Elinor had never imagined he was hiding all that beneath his untidy clothes.

Winter pressed a hand to the back of the woman's neck, holding her in place. He strained towards her, while she licked and gulped, and then she collapsed, like an obedient slave girl before his brutal majesty. Elinor touched her fingers to her mouth. What did he taste like?

Olivia wiped her face, and smiled like a cat after a dish of cream.

Winter held out his member, still half erect. Now lick me clean. His stern tone made Elinor quiver as she huddled in the hay above.

The woman bobbed to her knees and licked him thoroughly.

Good girl.

Elinor heard something outside in the yard, voices nearing the barn. Winter did up his breeches and shrugged into his coat, while Olivia re-laced her stays and buttoned her bodice. She scrabbled on the floor for her pins and swiftly did her hair, with the ease of long practice.

Will I see you tonight? She stood on her toes to press a kiss against Winter's mouth.

He grasped her bottom through her skirts, and she gasped.

We'll see, you little minx.

The woman laughed, and ran out of the barn. Winter reached into his breeches to adjust himself, and strolled after her, whistling.

Elinor fell back in the straw. Her brain whirled. She'd not dreamed that men and women did...that. She had lived in the country, so the basics of mating were no longer a mystery. But what she'd witnessed here was something else altogether. Her loins throbbed. She pressed her legs together to ease the ache. She felt hot and anxious and thoroughly wicked.

Winter had called that woman a good girl. She felt quite sure that sucking a man's member was something only naughty girls did. It was all very confusing, and yet exciting. The air in the loft was warm. Elinor yawned and curled up in the hay. It seemed like a whole new world had opened before her.

#

Major Caine Winter smothered a yawn, as the Italian soprano reached for another high note. He hated sitting around with a bunch of insipid society types, even more than he hated opera. He pulled out his timepiece -- almost ten. If he could stand this for just a few more moments, it would be time for the tea tray. Then the men would hand the lighted candles to the ladies, and they could all go to bed.

The voracious Olivia would be disappointed when he failed to appear, but he'd promised his ward an early morning ride. He'd sooner disappoint a casual lover than his own lovely girl, who listened to the singer with rapt attention. Elinor loved music, just as she loved books and art. But thank Christ she was also a bruising rider.

Elinor looked up, as though she sensed his gaze, and smiled at him. A dimple appeared in one cheek, and he caught his breath. She'd grown up so much in the last year. When she'd left for school last fall, she hadn't that curve in her bosom. He shook himself mentally. No, that was wrong. Elinor was only sixteen, and he was her guardian, for Christ's sake. He made a mental note to look up those finishing schools in Switzerland. He couldn't have her in the house all the time, tempting her with innocence and sweetness.

She would be upset. Elinor had begged him to allow her to stay at home, but Winter knew that wouldn't work. He didn't trust himself around her.

The song ended, finally, and Elinor ran over to him, her smile bright.

Wasn't she wonderful, major?

Quite.

Elinor's face fell. You didn't like her.

Of course, I did. It was a stirring performance. Winter tugged on a curl of her hair, and Elinor wrinkled her nose. Where were you this afternoon? I didn't see you out playing bowls.

Something passed over her face. I went for a walk in the shrubbery. It was hot, and I fell asleep on a bench.

Tell me the next time you want to go out by yourself. I don't want you wandering off alone out there.

In the wilds of the estate you mean?

Saucy. I'm serious, Elinor.

She pulled a face. You're always so worried about my reputation. Maybe you should spend more time worrying about your own. She turned and flounced off. Two of the other girls joined her and they ran away together, giggling.

What the devil had she meant by that?

#

His hostess, Lady Avebury, handed Winter a teacup. He accepted it, repressing a shudder. He thought longingly of the brandy tucked away in his travel bag.

Major! What the hell are you doing here?

Family visit. Avebury's my cousin. Couldn't get out of it. Winter shrugged. At least Elinor is enjoying herself.

The lovely Elinor. Where is she anyway? Julian Beaufort, the Earl of Snow, and his closest friend, turned to look at the company.

Blast it. Winter shoved his teacup at his friend and strode out of the room. He'd told the little baggage not to wander off again. He checked all the downstairs room, before finally running Elinor to ground in the billiard room. She laughed as she tried to line up her shot. Young Lord Henry stood behind her, guiding her arm, a little too close for Winter's comfort. He cleared his throat. The young people looked up, and Lord Henry hastily dropped Elinor's arm and moved away.

We are having tea, Elinor. Lord Snow was asking after you.

She bit her lip. I'm sorry, sir. I'm coming. She smiled at Lord Henry, who bowed and turned back to the table where several other young people waited their turn. At least the brat hadn't been alone with the boy.

He gestured towards the door, and Elinor swept through like a duchess. Once the door closed, she hissed over her shoulder, How could you embarrass me like that? Then she headed for the stairs.

Winter grabbed her arm, and pulled her to a stop.

You are sixteen years old and a guest in this house. I warned you not to wander off. You know there will be consequences.

She paled. I wasn't alone.

No, you were partnered with that rake Henry and his crew of reprobates. Those girls were no better, either. You must have a care, Elinor. I have no desire to see you wed to someone at age sixteen with a brat in the basket.

You're crude.

Winter pulled her closer. I really am. Go to your room and wait for me.

Elinor jerked her arm away and dashed up the stairs. He stared after her. Blast the girl.

So that is Elinor. She's delightful, old man. Leighton Frost stood beside him, his eyes on Elinor as she mounted the stairs.

The major bared his teeth. If you ever go near her, I will slice off your balls and serve them to you on a plate. Understood?

Frost held up his hands. You mistake me, major. My observation was meant solely as a compliment. I have no taste for the nursery.

Comforting to know that even a perverse bastard like you has his limits. Winter started back to the salon. Christ, I need a drink. Did you see Julian?

I did. He was selecting his bed partner for this evening.

Oh? Who is it tonight?

"Lord Sever's wife, a little brunette with a wicked